all day.

ummmm,
neighbors,
i somehow spent almost the entire day in the kitchen.
now,
for those few of you that have been to the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
it's no surprise that that's the room where most of the magic happens.
i mean,
throughout the years of occupancy within this massive mastodon of
old and bustedness, this test kitchen has been the focal point for all
the manly and masculine mealtime prep,
and real-talk competent and capable communication.
even when i wasn't living alone,
 my place was by the stove, making moves and creating magic.
that's where the MEN convene in my world.
whomever else would be entertained in the living areas,
which, by the way, to this very day,
see the least of my time and even less of my space,
save for in passing through from work at the studio to work in the kitchen.
that's right.
i only take up work space, kids.
y'all go ahead and live, laising around, getting served sandwiches,
but i'm an active participant, and i MAKE those
but i've got a job to do, and this is it.
word the F* up....
i've got work to do,
i'm a working person,
i put in work,
i work with purpose-
and (war)lord knows the results of my labors.
plus,
i've got treats upon treats at all times.
cookies, candies, gum, cake, pies,
and presently i'll present you with alllllll the sandwiches.
y'know?
i'll feed you, and i'll spoil you, and that's no joke.
uh-huh.
it's pretty much official, and all but notarized,
but it's true all the same-
all of a sudden, i'm just like your grandma.
hahaha.
yup.
mr. grammie bertie,
that's me.
who saw that coming?
a couple of you did,
but it couldn't be avoided.
in his element, spanning time, and expending energy in front of the oven,
stirring up all that lovin', spoonful by spoonful, all day long.
anyway,
that's how i spanned the majority of my day off.
sure,
i got what's left of my still-greying, still-evacuating hairs cut,
and i went to the flippin' supermarket for MORE bread and sh!t.
sandwich week doesn't go easy on the grocery-gettin' situation,
or the wallet that makes that possible, in any way whatsoever.
yikes.
but,
i baked a couple kinds of cookies, and i ate so many sandwiches,
and i prepped for the next few days of dinner, and i got stuff done.
guys,
check the late-lunchtime-type teleport:

mmmmmmm.
butter-fried muligrain bread!
pickles,
sweet onions, carrots, napa cabbage, and pea shoots, tossed together with vegenaise,
for an elite and captivating coleslaw for my jaw.
my homemade seitan is expert, and that is a fact-
so, when it's breaded up in flour, black pepper, cornmeal, and cornstarch,
and butter-fried until golden
then breaded up AGAIN, and finished off to a deep golden-edged rich brown?
holy sh!t.
you can rest assured that's one ol' dirty sandwich, son.
sriracha and radish sprouts, for a spicy top note, too??
that makes for a wu-TANG wednesday, for sure.
that's right, guys.
sandwich week is for the children.
and waffled-up salty potato-style crisps are the right amount of crawnchy
to accompany my late-day shark-gluttony.
i love sandwiches,
and i love cooking,
when the theme is right, and rife with opportunities to freak it off.
between bread is a broad enough base to build on, and i'm very much all about it.
obvi.
i'm having a time.
i won't say it's easy,
but i won't say it sucks either.
besides, i'm almost too full to move, and that makes staying by the skillet
and flippin' tofu instead of flippin' out SO much easier.
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tempeh, onions, and crushed tomatoes, crushed garlic;
white wine vinegar, bouillon, warm water;
salt & pepper, oregano, basil, rosemary, nootch;
g.p.o.p., oat flour, olive oil, and vital wheat gluten.
all of that, in that order, marinated, simmered, stirred, added, and activated.
why?
because it's thunder thursday,
and vegan wheatballs are on the menu!!!
check the suck-my-balls(of-vegan-hottness)-type teleport:

mmmmmmmm.
oh MAN!
those are big, too.
yep.
nobody wants little mincey b!tchballs, y'all.
true story.
still, these hunks of hottness are already smelling great and lookin' good,
but what's up with their nubbly lumps gettin' slowly baked up,
whilst wallowing in some steamy, acid-bathing moisture-releasing steaming-style
dreamy smooth tomato-type sauce?!
c'mon, kids-
you know that eating food is dope,
and you know that eating dope food is expert.
so,
are you coming over?
there's enough for a few sandwiches, at least.
i didn't think so.
nobody goes to grandma's house anymore.
and anyway,
i'm equally equal parts big bad wolf and goodsly woodsman,
so really,
i'll be playing most of the roles in this what's-really-(red riding)'hood
am-dram dramabombin' production of worthy warrior poetry in motion.
uh-huh.
what big appetites go with my big eyes and big teeth and big ears-
and what sort of other other sh!t is gonna go down before the week is over?
everything.
nothing.
anything.
something.
it's ALL really happening,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....